Master Nemo took out a wooden fish and threw it on the ground. Tens of thousands of golden lights suddenly burst out. Countless golden lights condensed into an endless desert. The golden light condensed into a blazing sun hanging in the sky, scorching the desert area.
"If anyone can pass through the ascetic formation in Sumeru Mustard Seeds safely, it means that the Buddha nature is firm, and he is expected to become a Buddhist monk in the future. If anyone gets lost and gives up halfway, it means that the mind is not strong, and due to the intense heat,
Erosion, there will be no breakthrough in this life." Master Nemo said calmly.
But everyone around them exclaimed in surprise. Many people had never seen this kind of Sumeru mustard seeds before, and they only thought it was very strange.
"It's really eye-opening that Sumeru mustard seeds look like this."
"Yes! It seems that Buddhism in the Western Regions is really not simple. It actually has such magical methods. If you can join the Buddhism in the Western Regions, it may not be a lucky thing."
"It's a pity that Western Region Buddhism also attaches great importance to the talents of monks. If you don't have talent, you can only become a believer of Western Region Buddhism, but you can't join it and become a member of Buddhism."
"I'm afraid Chanlin Temple may be in trouble this time. The Western Region Buddhism has already come up with a decisive method and is preparing to win at this level."
"Yes! Yes! Although Master Shikong has become a first-level powerhouse, it may still be extremely difficult for other monks in Zenlin Temple to pass this level."
"It is said that this kind of Sumeru mustard seeds will suppress human strength, making it impossible for people to fly in it, and it will also have to withstand the scorching heat of the surroundings. Who can pass through this endless desert?"
"I don't know which eminent monk can do this."
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Master Nemo continued: "Anyone below the fourth grade can enter, but only two people can enter at a time. Jingwu, you go in first."
"Yes!" A monk replied, strode out, and then flew into the desert of Xumi Mustard Seed.
This pure enlightenment is the monk who just knocked the huge wooden fish to compete with the bronze bell of Zenlin Temple.
On the side of Chanlin Temple, Master Dukong saw this and walked out, flying directly into the desert.
Monk Jingwu began to walk forward in the desert, moving very quickly and taking long steps.
Master Du Kong followed closely behind, following unhurriedly.
Everyone around held their breath and looked nervously at the pictures in the mustard seeds, wondering who could pass through the desert safely.
Monk Jingwu and Master Dukong both walked very fast at first. Later, sweat gradually began to form on their foreheads. They were soaked in sweat due to the scorching desert heat, and their speed gradually slowed down.
But the desert is endless, and Xumi Mustard Seed is also switching the screen, following the walking process of the two people.
At this time, the sky suddenly darkened, and a powerful sandstorm started in the distance. Countless sandstorms swept across the sky and rushed toward the two monks, instantly covering the two monks. The sandstorm lasted for half an hour before it stopped.
Come down.
The place where the two people were standing just now has been buried by sand and dust.
After a long time, I saw two people crawling out of the sand in a miserable state, with gray heads and faces, and their bald heads were covered with sand.
"Amitabha!" Monk Jingwu chanted the Buddha's name and continued moving forward.
Master Du Kong also followed slowly. In front of him was the extremely hot dust and sand, and his feet felt like they were being roasted when he stepped on the desert.
Next, the two monks experienced more than a dozen sandstorms, and they both looked exhausted. They were also very thirsty and their lips were cracked.
Even if they are fourth-level experts, they cannot withstand this scorching heat.
Next, another sandstorm swept over, and Master Dukong was ejected from the mustard seeds. With a bang, he fell to the ground and passed out.
Failed! Master Du Kong failed!
Monk Jingwu, however, continued to move forward after the sandstorm, and did not seem to be greatly affected.
"Senior Brother Dukong failed, let me give it a try." At the Chanlin Temple, a tall monk said, and then stepped into the mustard desert of Xumi.
But he started from scratch. Master Nemo waved his hand and switched the screen to show his figure.
The monk walked very fast at first, but gradually he walked slower and slower. After being buried in more than a dozen sandstorms, he was exhausted and moved with difficulty.
Monk Jingwu was still moving slowly, as if he would never reach the end, but he continued to grit his teeth and persevere.
This ascetic formation is worthy of asceticism. It has experienced being buried in sandstorms and scorching heat, tempering people's minds, and every step they take is extremely painful.
Bang!
The monk from Zenlin Temple was thrown out of the mustard seeds again and fell to the ground, still unconscious.
They failed again, the monks from Zenlin Temple, both failed.
Many monks in the Chanlin Temple were shocked. Only Master Shikong remained calm and his expression remained unchanged. He waved his hand, and two monks carried the unconscious monk into the Chanlin Temple for treatment.
The people watching around were talking a lot.
"How come both masters failed?"
"Are the masters of Zenlin Temple really inferior to the monks of the Western Regions? Or are the monks of the Western Regions often training in this mustard seed, so they can persist for such a long time?"
"This Sumeru Mustard Seed is a treasure of Buddhism in the Western Regions. It would be easy for them to cheat."
"Yes! Maybe the monk deliberately threw the person out and directly judged the people in Zenlin Temple to have failed."
"The monks from the Western Regions have evil intentions and are confident. I'm afraid the Chanlin Temple will really fail this time."
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Master Nemo clasped his hands together, with a smile on his face, and said: "Amitabha! The monks in Zenlin Temple are not as Buddha-like as the monks in the Western Regions! If their minds are not firm, they cannot withstand the erosion of wind and sand. If they lose their minds, they will fall into a coma. No wonder.
Chanlin Temple is increasingly in decline, and if Master Shi Kong had not been promoted to the first rank, I am afraid it would have continued to decline."
"Master Shikong, do you want to continue the competition?"
"Amitabha! Master Nimo, our Chanlin Temple is not as good as you at this level!" Master Shikong said.
Master Nemo looked at Meng Xing and said: "This donor, I see that you are destined to be my Buddha, and your Buddha nature must be high. How about you represent the Zen Forest Temple and try this level? If you win, you will
We won on behalf of Zenrinji Temple.”
Meng Xing was a little speechless. This monk didn't like him and wanted him to experience the ascetic formation. Once he couldn't pass this level, wouldn't it be possible that he wouldn't be able to break through to a higher realm in his life?
He is preventing himself from joining Buddhism, so he wants to destroy himself? He harbors evil intentions and has a very bad conscience!
Master Shikong's face changed slightly, and he exuded a powerful aura, saying: "Master Nemo, don't bully others too much!"
Master Nemo suddenly felt that his aura was being suppressed by a first-level powerhouse, his breathing was a little stagnant, and his face was a little ugly.
A first-level expert is indeed terrifying, much stronger than a second-level expert. If the opponent wanted to kill him now, he would definitely be able to kill him with one punch.
Master Nemo said: "How did I deceive others? I just let the donor make his own choice. If he doesn't want to, I won't force him!"
Master Shikong said: "This is a contest between your Buddhist sect in the Western Regions and our Chanlin Temple, so don't involve others. This donor is not from the Buddhist sect, so how can he represent our Zenlin Temple?"